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2012-11-30

Sometimes finding what you want is the easy part.Caleb is a bionic soldier with little-to-no memory of his past. He's seeking the truth about himself and those missing memories.

Aldo's an undercover cop who just might have the answers to Caleb's questions. But if Caleb's the man Aldo thinks he is, how can he let him get away a second time?

Then there's Sally; she's an ER physician who used to be married to Aldo's late partner, Davis. Sally's not dealing with widowhood very well. In fact, it's getting harder, every day, just to find a reason to keep getting out of bed. If the truth about the men's shared past comes to light, she could lose them both. Along with her last, best reason to go on living.

This holiday season, chance will bring them together and give them an opportunity to help one another find what they each want most. But every gift comes with a price. And keeping what they've found once they've found it? Yeah, that's gonna be the hard part. ____________________________________________________________________________________________________________When you think "Christmas" you probably don't automatically think cozy, sci-fi, distopian menage... yet. This Christmas, I'm hoping to change your mind about that with my new release, Finders Keepers, due out from Loose Id on December 11.This is a story I literally dreamed up. The characters were so vivid and the relationship between the three of them was so clear that I woke afterwards and immediately thought, "Yeah. That could work! I could totally write that story." And so I did. In fact, I wrote it so fast I didn't even have time to grow tired of it or annoyed with my characters, which is surprising because they certainly managed to annoy the hell out of each other. Here's an excerpt:

“It’s pretty up
here, isn’t it?”

Caleb turned as
Sally came to join him at the railing. She was wearing a fuzzy sweater—mostly
purple, but with bright bits of pink and gold and olive green mixed in that
made her eyes look even bluer—over snug jeans and carrying a steaming mug of
coffee. In the sunlight her hair looked almost iridescent. “Yeah, it is,” he
said, smiling at her. “And it’s just gotten prettier.”

That got him a
smile in return—one of those knowing, secretive smiles all women seemed to do
so well, full of mystery and promise—and a softly spoken, “Thank you.”

“Thank you
for letting me barge in on your vacation like this. I hope I’m not intruding?”

Amusement sparkled
in Sally’s eyes, and another pretty blush climbed her cheeks. She took a sip of
her coffee and then said, “Aldo didn’t tell you, did he?”

Uh-oh. “Tell me
what?”

“I only agreed to
come because he said you’d be here.”

“What?”

Sally shrugged.
“He’d been pestering me about it for weeks, but I guess I thought it would be
too depressing. You know, just the two of us, sitting around feeling sorry for
ourselves? I know he thinks he needs to take care of me, but he didn’t have to
spend his holiday doing that.” She glanced at him and smiled.

“But then he told
me you were coming up here with him and…”

She trailed off,
eyes gleaming, cheeks even pinker than before. Caleb felt his chest tighten in
alarm. “I’m not with him,” he hurried to explain.

Sally ducked her
head. “I know that. Or…at least I hoped that was the case. After you left the
other night, I have to admit I wasn’t completely sure.”

Caleb sighed. “I
know. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have run out on you the way I did.”

“Yeah.” She put her
coffee down, leaned her forearms on the railing, and turned her head to look at
him curiously. “About that. What happened there? I thought things were going
pretty well and then…?”

“They were.” He
placed his hand on hers. “You know they were. It’s just that I didn’t know
about your husband at the time. And then when I saw your home…I guess I got it
in my head that you had a boyfriend who was maybe out of town or, I dunno,
maybe you two had had a fight or something, and I didn’t want to get in the
middle of that. I mean, I couldn’t get in the middle of that. You know who I
am, but it’s not supposed to be common knowledge. But then you kissed me, and I
stopped caring about that. Until the phone rang and…” He broke off with a
shrug. “I should have given you a chance to explain.”

Sally nodded sadly.
“I know. You should have. And I should have told you about Davis. Aldo said the
same thing.”

Aldo again. Caleb
straightened away from her. “Sounds like you two are really close.” He couldn’t
believe how much that fact bothered him.

Sally nodded. “We
are. He’s my best friend.”

“And you met him
through your husband?”

“Other way around.
I’ve known Aldo since college. He’s the one who introduced me to Davis.”

“I see.” Aldo.
Davis. Caleb suppressed a sigh. He loved the way her tongue caressed their
names. He’d give anything to hear her say his name like that. “I guess I’m
confused. I thought he was older than you.”

“He is. But only by
a few years. He was in the military for a while. He went back to school after
opting out.”

“Oh yeah? Where?
What branch?”

“I don’t know.”
Sally picked up her mug again and took another sip. “He might have mentioned it
once.

Probably he did, but I don’t remember and he never talks about it.
Something happened to him there. I don’t know what other than that it left him
disillusioned about pretty much everything—but don’t tell him I said that.
Like I said, he hates talking about it.”

Her words barely
registered. Caleb’s attention had gotten caught up in the way her tongue traced
over her lips. The need to kiss her again had been building inside him ever
since he’d left her apartment the other night. Now it all but overwhelmed him.
He shifted closer. Her eyes widened in surprise when he took the mug from her
hand and set it on the railing, then grew dark as heat and understanding took
the place of surprise. Her lips curved upward, and that was all the invitation
he needed.

He gently caged her
face in his hands. As he bent his head, her mouth opened on a soft sigh. She
tasted of coffee and cinnamon and woman, a lush, spicy flavor that went
straight to both his heads. He groaned as he wrapped an arm around her back and
pressed her close. He couldn’t get enough of her. From the way her hands
clutched at him, crushing fistfuls of his jacket, he had the feeling maybe she
felt the same. As she went up on her toes, her hips brushed along the length of
his erection, stroking him through his jeans. Even that slight contact was
enough. He sucked in a quick breath as desire knifed through him.

He cupped her butt
in his hands, and then he lifted her against him, intent on grinding his hips
into hers. A soft whimper left her lips as she slipped her arms around his neck
and teased his tongue with hers. He had never been sorrier for all the layers
of clothes that separated them. Despite the fact that they were outside in
broad daylight and it was cold as hell, he’d have had them both undressed in an
instant—if he could only figure out how to do it without breaking her hold on
him or breaking their kiss, or without taking his hands off her for even a
second.

It took the sound
of a door slamming open and a loud voice announcing, “Hey, c’mon. Breakfast!”
to shake Caleb back to his senses.

He lifted his head.
His gaze immediately locked with Nash’s across the width of the deck. Nash
stood just outside the cabin door. His hands were fisted at his sides, and an
odd, angry-looking flush was on his face. There was a look in his eyes Caleb
couldn’t decipher, even with his enhanced vision. What was that? Anguish?
Longing? Jealousy? Need? It was gone before he could figure it out, if it had
even been there at all.

Certainly Nash’s
voice sounded nothing but jovial as he demanded, “Are you two at it already?”
He spread his hands wide and arched one brow and looked pointedly at Sally
until she giggled and hid her face in the front of Caleb’s jacket—for which
reaction Caleb totally owed him. “I can’t leave you alone for a minute, can I?”

“Oh, sure you can,”
Caleb replied, loosely folding his arms around Sally. “In fact, why don’t you
just go back inside? Go back to doing whatever you were doing and let us get
back to doing…whatever we were doing,” he added, consciously echoing Nash’s own
words to him at the station the other day. He wasn’t ready to give this up yet.
He was enjoying it all too much—the way Sally felt nestled against him, the way
she fit so perfectly in his arms. This was why he could never give up women
entirely—or part of the reason, anyway. It didn’t matter if a handsome man
could turn his head from across a room or across a redwood deck. It didn’t
matter that, right now, for example, the sight of Nash, with his thin navy
pullover and well-worn jeans stretched taut over his muscular frame, made
Caleb’s mouth dry, made his knees feel unacceptably shaky. Made him feel
altogether too conflicted. Nash needed to leave. Now.

“Hey, if you want
to stay out here all day, it’s your call,” Nash answered, those broad shoulders
rising and falling in a small shrug that only served to focus Caleb’s attention
even more firmly on them. “No business of mine. Just so you know, though,
breakfast is ready, and I have a lot of other cooking to do between today and
tomorrow, so if you don’t come in now, you’ll be eating it cold.”

“All right, you
win.” Sally turned her head to smile at Nash over her shoulder. “We’ll be there
in a minute.”

Caleb tightened his
grip, loving the way her head felt pressed against his chest, loving the way
her hair tickled his chin. “Better make that two minutes.”

Sally looked up at
him and grinned. “Or better yet, three.”

Aldo rolled his
eyes, shook his head, and went back inside, leaving Caleb to wonder when, in
the last two minutes, “Nash” had become “Aldo” and why it was that the sight of
him walking away should leave Caleb suddenly feeling…bereft? Why was he
suddenly wanting to call him back, wanting to draw him into a three-way kiss?

“So,” Sally purred
as soon as the cabin door closed and they were alone once more. “Where were
we?”

Caleb glanced down
at her and smiled, refocusing his attention. “Somewhere right around here, I
think,” he said as he cupped his hand around the back of her neck. He loved the
way she slipped her arms around his neck once again, loved the feel of her body
against his as she rose up on her toes.

He sighed in
contentment as he settled back into her kiss. He could be wrong, but he was
pretty sure they were going to miss breakfast.

2012-11-26

Thai pumpkin curry is one of my all-time favorite dishes. It's so, so simple and so, so good.

A few weeks back, I posted a recipe for baked stuffed pumpkin. If you have some leftovers, this is a good way to use those up. It's also the best way to make this soup, IMO, because your pumpkin is already loaded with sweet-spicy goodness. However, if you have no leftovers, don't despair. And if you have no fresh pumpkin, don't despair about that either, because acorn squash or really any kind of winter squash, readily available at this time of year. will do quite nicely.

2012-11-19

Most of my family is going to be away this Thanksgiving. In fact, my husband is leaving tomorrow night for a two-and-a-half-week business trip. So, it's just going to be me and my mother-in-law (the vegetarian) for Thanksgiving. And, no. Turkey Day or no Turkey Day I will not be cooking a turkey for Thanksgiving this year. I will likely be making pumpkin lasagna with roasted corn, red peppers and dried cranberries and it will probably be awesome. But my mother-in-law is suffering from dementia and in the event everything goes to hell come Thursday, here's my fall-back plan for dinner...and lunch...and breakfast...and whenever else the mood strikes.

Pumpkin Martini

Ingredients

1 can pumpkin pie filling

1 cup milk

4 tablespoons maple syrup

2 ounces vodka

1/2 ounce spiced rum

1 tablespoon superfine sugar

1 teaspoon pumpkin pie spice

Directions

Open the can of pumpkin pie filling and empty into a pan

Add milk and maple syrup and cook until it's thickened and slightly reduced to the consistency of pancake batter. Mmm, pancakes...

Remove pumpkin mixture from heat and allow to cool. (This makes enough for several martinis.)

Combine sugar and spice in a saucer

Prepare your glass by moistening the rim and dipping in sugar and spice mixture.

In a shaker combine vodka, rum and 2 ounces of the cooled pumpkin puree with ice.

Strain into glasses

Decorate with a little sugar/spice sprinkled over the surface or, if desired, add a dollop of whipped cream and then decorate with sugar/spice.

Mmm. Is it too early to start drinking now?

Please visit my fellow Tasty Tuesday authors ~ Changing the world one word and recipe at a time:

1969 San Francisco. World-weary Conrad Quintano should have known better than to fall in love with a human—much less Suzanne Fischer, the barely legal, adventure-seeking hippie beauty known as Desert Rose. And the very last thing he should have agreed to do was to raise her babies and protect them with his life. But even twelve-hundred-year-old master vampires can find it hard to reject a deathbed request—especially when issues of love, guilt and blood are involved.

Present day. Raised in virtual isolation, twins Marc and Julie Fischer have always known they are vampires. But they never knew their parentage—or their unique status in the vampire world—until their “uncle” Damian comes to fetch them home. The family reunion, however, isn’t what they expect. They’re thrust into a world for which they’re totally unprepared. And the father they expected to see, Conrad, is missing.

How to find him…and whom to trust? Solving the mystery of betrayal and vampire family values will prove the Beatles had it right. All you need is love…and an occasional side of blood.

Product Warnings

While reading this book you may experience any of the following, an increased desire to wear flowers in your hair, dress in tie-dye or nap during the day. Other symptoms may include an intolerance to sunlight, an aversion to garlic-flavored tofu and a pronounced urge to bake…or get baked.

Excerpt:

Thursday, November 28th, 1968

Thanksgiving Day

“All I’m saying is that the picnic in the park was a total blast and you missed out on a really great party today.”

Desert Rose was pouting. Arms crossed, her posture rigid, she glared sullenly at Conrad from one end of his couch. Lying comfortably against the cushions at the other end, he smiled back at her indulgently. He hadn’t been expecting to see her here this evening. Even though she’d taken to spending nearly every weekend with him, tonight was Thursday—definitely part of the week, as far as he was concerned. In her mind, however, the fact that it was Thanksgiving apparently made it the start of the weekend.

“I told you all about it when I was here last weekend. I was really hoping you’d show. You’d have liked it.”

“Yes, I’m sure I would have.” Enough talk now. Conrad reached for the girl and pulled her toward him. He rearranged her limbs until she was reclining against his chest with her head resting on his shoulder, her long, dark hair swept to one side. Unexpected, yes, he thought, as he began to lick lazily at her neck. But definitely not unwelcome. Three days was long enough to go without. He’d grown quite addicted to the taste of her over the course of the past month—which would have worried him, if he’d been planning on turning her. He wasn’t. “I’m sorry I missed your picnic today. It sounds like it was a…real happening scene.”

A strangled noise, emanating from the vicinity of the secretary desk on the other side of the room, greeted Conrad’s observation. He glanced up, his face breaking into a wide grin at the sight of Armand’s pained expression.

“A happening scene? Mon Dieu.”

“Well, it was,” Desert Rose insisted as she settled deeper into Conrad’s embrace, her eyes closed, her neck exposed. “With music and dancing and…just crowds of people. And more food than you’ve probably ever seen in your life.”

Armand’s eyes grew smoky as he gazed at the girl. His tongue danced lightly across the points of his teeth. He looked mesmerized, enchanted. He looked hungry.

Mine. Conrad stilled. It took a conscious effort to tamp down the unreasoning jealousy that was once again threatening to burn holes in his gut. Luckily, Armand seemed to collect himself before too much time had passed. A shaky sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head and went back to work, writing checks to pay the monthly bills. Conrad relaxed as well, and quietly sank his teeth into the girl’s waiting neck.

“Corn and beans and squash and cranberry sauce and those little pearl onions,” she continued her recital, in the slightly dreamy tone that indicated she was so relaxed she hadn’t even noticed Conrad’s feasting at her throat. “And mashed potatoes, scalloped potatoes, sweet potatoes, carrots, peas, three kinds of pie, a big chocolate cake. Not to mention homemade bread and biscuits and pumpkin soup. Oh, and there was even an entire turkey made out of tofu.”

2012-11-12

Today's my husband's birthday. So, of course, I had to post a cake
recipe even though, as I explained last week, this month is all about the
pumpkin. But, you know what? That works too because pumpkin pie is his absolute favorite
pie--one he'd gladly eat year round. Even better, as it happens, I have an excerpt or two to go with the cake (see below and in "this week's excerpt") since it's a combination I put together for one of my characters when she was having a very special birthday a few years back. Of course, for this recipe I left off the fancy decorations my character got--the fondant, the fake pearls, the sugar feathers, etc, but I'm sure it will taste just as good. ;)

Pumpkin Spice Cake with Caramel Filling

and Brown Sugar Butter Cream Frosting

(in the style ofOberon's Eternal Bliss Bakery)

Cake:

Ingredients

· 1 1/2 sticks of butter

· 1 cup brown sugar

· 1 cup granulated sugar

· 3 eggs

· 1 cup pumpkin purée

· 1/2 cup buttermilk

· 1 teaspoon vanilla

· 2 cups flour

· 2 teaspoons baking
powder

· 1 teaspoon baking soda

· 2 teaspoons pumpkin pie
spice

Directions

1. Preheat oven to 350
degrees F

2. Lightly coat three
8-inch cake pans with butter and flour and set aside

The round cake had
been covered with a flawlessly smooth surface, just slightly shiny, pale blue
flecked with brown, like a robin’s egg.
A string of pearls ran around the top edge and all along the side were
feathers; soft plumes in shades of apricot, peach and white.

“Are those real?”
Cara asked reaching out gingerly to touch one.

Chenoa grinned. “Nope.
It’s all edible. The feathers are
made of spun sugar. The pearls are white
chocolate dusted with an iridescent baker’s food coloring powder that I–” She broke off chuckling. “Probably more than
you wanted to know, right? Sorry. I always tend to get carried away when I
start talking shop.”

Cara still couldn’t
take her eyes from the cake. “No, that’s
okay. It’s wonderful.”

“Glad you like
it. There’s just one thing
missing.” Chenoa indicated the blank,
ivory disk set into the top of the cake.
“You never told me what name you wanted on it.”

“It’s Cara.”

The voice came from
behind her, Cara stiffened at the sound.
Liam. She turned in time to see
him rise from his place at one of the tables near the window––to the left of
the door, where she hadn’t thought to look.

“Her name’s Cara,” Liam repeated, smiling as he walked toward them.To learn more about this series, click HERETo buy this book on Amazon, click HERE

2012-11-04

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